Let's be honest, sometimes having a pack of dogs and a foster pup isn't all sunshine and happy faces. Sometimes it is very frustrating.
Yesterday morning started early since it was a work day. By 4:30 am the big water dish in the kitchen had been spilled because four dogs all tried to get past it at the same time. Then one of them threw up on the kitchen floor (a result of eating poop...again) and the foster pup peed on the floor because she obviously didn't pee when she went out ten minutes earlier.
The 12 hour shift at work was okay.
When I arrived home after work and walked into the house, I could smell something...well, something not right.
Twiggy our foster pup had a bad day.
Her crate was very smelly from a loose bowel movement and as a result, she had shredded the carpet that was on the bottom of her crate and ripped her bedding. In addition, Twiggy had pulled through the pink camouflage sleeping bag that was next door on top of Azule's crate and shredded it.
I had to throw out the bedding and the camouflage sleeping bag which was disappointing because I really liked that sleeping bag. Then there was the smelly mess in Twiggy's crate to clean up and the lingering smell in the living room to contend with.
After dinner kibbles were served and gobbled up, the water dish was spilled again because of too many dogs rushing past it at the same time. (In a big hurry to go nowhere) Then, as I was mopping up the spill, of course, they all had to walk through the water and track it into the living room. Then it was bedtime.
I woke up around 2:00 am and could see that Breeze was wandering around the bedroom and obviously was up to something she shouldn't be. Breeze had found the one leftover box of laminate flooring that had been put in the corner.
She apparently spent quite a bit of time with it, shredding the cardboard and chewing a few little pieces off the edge of a plank. When I sighed and said, "Breeze, what are you doing?" she just wagged her tail, all happy and excited as usual.
By the time I got her downstairs to go in her crate, she decided that she had to go outside first. Then I tucked her into her crate. So, back to bed around 2:30 am with the alarm set to go off at 4:00 am for another exciting day.
Not a typical 24 hour period in our lives, just seems that we had one of those days.
I am sure that some of you may find it amusing and some of you may have some sympathy for us. It might just brighten someone's day and really, things like this are always more amusing when they happen to someone else aren't they?
I'm not seeing the humor in all this yet. I'm still dealing with the fact that Twiggy ignored Breeze's warning growl a couple of days ago about being in her crate and as a result they had a little tussle which spilled my morning coffee on the remote for the satellite television and destroyed it. Fifty dollars to replace the remote. Probably should just get rid of the satellite service.
Maybe in a few weeks, I can look back on it and chuckle. Right now, I feel more like having a little cry. Or a spoonful of peanut butter. Ya, probably some peanut butter.